"Wow, I can't believe it," screeched Clucker. "They are having the biggest afro contest. This is the exact one that I wanted all along."
"I just love your hair," said Beaker.
"Is it big enough?" asked Clucker.
"Yeah it's fine," sighed Beaker.
"Okay, thanks," said Clucker apologetically.
As the days passed Clucker had noticed that something was not the same about himself but couldn't think of what it could be. Maybe it was his feet they have been growing a lot lately. 'No that isn't right,' he thought. He still couldn't picture it but there was definitely something wrong. Then he noticed something on the floor. "Oh no," he cried, "I'm losing my feathers. I have to start being more careful," he said quietly to himself.
Then Clucker goes into the bright sunshine. All of the other chicks and chickens on the farm were staring at him. "Y—Your f—feathers they're almost gone," said one of the older and wiser chickens. "You look like you got into a fight with a fox and lost," said Harold.
"I know. It's my feathers they keep on falling out and I don't know how to stop it," explained Clucker in a voice that you could tell that he was very scared and didn't know what to do about it.
"Maybe you can go and find a place or something that will be able to cure you," yelled Jarard.
"Well I guess that is what I am going to do. Oh by the way can I borrow somebody's hat please?" asked Clucker shyly.
"Here you can use mine," said a chicken.
"Thanks very much," said Clucker.
"We will miss you," screamed one of the chickens as he left.
Clucker headed for the gate shedding many tears as he went. "I'll miss you guys to," he said back.
After he was on the road for a while he came upon a big dog, even bigger than the biggest dog he had even seen. The dog's name was Fido. 'He has been abandoned from his home from those nasty humans' Clucker thought.
The dog said, "Don't hurt me".
"I won't hurt you," said Clucker sounding a little bit confused.
"I was trained to be a guard dog but I am afraid of most of the things that I was supposed to be guarding the house from. Then after the humans found out that I was no good they got another dog and got rid of me." Said the dog becoming a little braver.
"Oh, I am sorry to hear that," said Clucker. "Would you like to come with me to find something to cure my feather loss."
"Okay, but only if you don't leave me by myself in a dark and scary place."
"Done. Let's go," said Clucker trying to urge Fido to go with him without being afraid.
As they set off into the sunlit sky they looked like the best of friends even though they had only met a few minutes ago. As they reached the city they saw a sign that caught their attention. It said 'Feather Loss? Please Come In' In big, bright, bold, and gold letters.
"I think that is the place I need to go," said Clucker building up with strength.
"Alright then let's go," said Fido uncertainly.
As they entered they saw many different feather and hair products. They asked the person at the counter what would be the best kind of hair care for him.
The person said, "By the look at you head I would say that it would have to be a uncommon young baldness. I think the best thing to treat you would have to be 'Folicare'."
"How much is it going to cost because I only have $10.00.
"Well you are in luck because I have just lowered the price to $7.00 a bottle."
"I'll take it," shouted Clucker getting rather excited.
"I must warn you though it will take a few days to start working," said the clerk.
"That's alright," you could hear the disappointment in his voice. "I will try it out, but if it doesn't work will I be able to get my money back?" asked Clucker hopefully.
"Of course," replied the clerk gently.
As they left the store with their pockets a little lighter and his arms a little fuller he sighed a breath of release. He was going to be alright after all.
On the way home Fido asked, "Would it be too much to ask if maybe could I live with you and protect from the foxes because that is the only thing that I can stand to guard people from."
"Sure," chuckled Clucker.
When they got back to the farm all the chicks and chickens were waiting for him to return. When they saw him they all noticed that no one was going to be able to beat him at the afro contest but they had it anyway. As for Fido he now live in the house with farmer Joe and has come over his fears of deer, and pheasants which helped to be able to go hunting with farmer Joe.
The moral of the story is don't think that something can't be done because something always can!
This story was written by Foxy Vixen of
Note i am very screwed up in the head i am sorry for making you read this but if you do read this but do not review it i will track you down and suck you brains out. *laughs in a demeaning way*